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Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
through the visions of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this
And his brother in this music game of street
Bitch, we been doing since '93
10 years in so called industry
What I see is so stars sucking dick
What we be is something truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only they provide you with
A song is a song if you call it a hit
My is my property, painted up or not
a mask, whatever I have or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little that obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my with my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in
to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass
And you wanna call me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's kinda spread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons to keep up my disguises
Now I'm that this is the only reason that the people play me
But really hate me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame the microphone
And all the family I've obtained the years who representing for the same fears
You keep hating and
Violent J put us up on the grind and "You gotta keep an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
that's just looking to side, so worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the visions of a
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!

"If it's blown up, see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in formaldehyde?
Known to your eye and straight knock out teeth
And the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your off the hinges
Fuck you and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a mothafucking to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you when you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying
You's a fake yourself, and fuck wealth
And fucking a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our faces

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!